Page 57 of Zero Pucks Given (Las Vegas Angels 1)

I was chasing them—or were they chasing me? It didn’t matter. We were all laughing and having a good time. Just the four of us.

Christ, I must be carb crashing.

I needed a protein bar, STAT.

“They’ll be fine for ten more minutes while you run your drills. Half-assed, I might add.”

She jerked her stick out of my grip. “I don’t do anything half-assed, Moreau.” Serious Gigi was back and I had to admit I liked her, too.

Shit. I was not falling for a goddamn twenty-two year old.

I shook my head and chased after her.

Then we ran drills until she got it right.